But only until today. He had finally found the love of his life when the girl had abandoned him near the gates. He did not know how he had missed it. He had always been so happy when they were together. He distinctly remembered their time together – such beauty was present in their relationship. He felt that he never had to ask about taking it to the next level. He knew such a question would always find an answer in the affirmative.
Today’s prompt: write this story(the first paragraph is already provided) in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Today’s twist: Build this twelve-year-old as a character.
The neighbourhood has seen better days for Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone remembered. She raised a family of six boys, who’d all grown up and moved away. Mr. Pauley had passed away three months ago. With no source of income, she fell back on her rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police came to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Or so they say. It could even be more. I never knew them personally, save two reasons. My dad used to work with Mr. Pauley. And I used to live with them.
I’ve ripped off a few parts of this post from a lot of parts of the internet where I’ve seen people debating as such. Such content is definitely not mine – I’m simply borrowing those lines because they seem to fit. If you know who to credit, please do let me know below.
Today’s Prompt: write about finding something.
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second instalment — loosely defined.
“This book is trash,” cried the boy as he threw the book onto the floor.
Miraculously, a framed photograph of a deity fell on it. The book cushioned the fall and the glass remained unbroken.
“Why are these pictures still inside our home? Didn’t I ask you to throw them out yesterday?” bellowed the father looking up from the table where he was cutting vegetables, “I don’t believe in them anymore, not after…”
Prompt: To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
Twist: And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.
The first thought in this process of writing out a stream of consciousness is that,“This is foolish”. For all I know, I’m going to end up publishing a rant-made-in-20-minutes-or-less. To put thoughts in order to be coherent for a post on my blog I’d probably need some help. I’ve so many thoughts running around, I’d gladly get hold of a Pensieve from Dumbledore.
One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one’s leisure.